“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.” Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot I was sprawled out, wrinkled, rumpled, unbuckled, slouched out all over the carriage of a tuk-tuk. Informal pose, semi-formal wear….

First day of school. Introductory lecture. A note to all educators. Sales pitch from the Rector. Teaching is the topic for today, class. Open your books and kiss my ass. Give a man a fish and he’ll resent you for…

It’s been forty four months since I landed in Phnom Penh. I remember those first few weeks clearly – spending the days at the TEFL training centre on the corner of smelly river and 360 followed by 4pm walks along…

As my first month in Cambodia came to a close I had finally lined up some English-teaching hours at one university spread across three campuses along with a weekend Masters’ course at another university. Just before I started, however, I…

I have been teaching English here in Phnom Penh for three years and I really enjoy it. I know many other teachers here who enjoy their job and do it well, some much more experienced than me and some less….

The Cambodian rubbish dump, and my not so final, final exam “I think the best way of doing good to the poor, is not making them easy in poverty, but leading or driving them out of it.” Benjamin Franklin, “On…

In August of 2006, my wife began a new job. She was to be working for an NGO in the hinterlands of Kep and Kampot, visiting and introducing herself in small villages and generally preparing the ground for the introduction…